Age is something more than just a number.

So, there I was (a couple weeks ago) leaving Susan L. Taylor’s house and walking towards the train station, blabbing on the phone to my good friend, Aleisha about how the night went, when this man approaches me, looking like a poor man’s T.I. Sounds like a bad description, but he’s actually pretty attractive. He was clearly trying to holler at yours truly and like I normally do, I was trying not to notice him. I don’t know why I do that. Most times, these dudes have nothing good to say or they end up being completely useless, so I disregard them. I need to stop doing that.

He wasn’t going to give up, so he tapped my shoulder and handed me a piece of paper with his name and number on it. Underneath that, it said, “Someday.” I really dug that. I actually called later that night with no luck. So, I sat that paper to the side and forgot all about it until the other night when the clock struck 12:30 and I was wide awake and bored with my DVR. I called it again and realized that I dialed one number wrong the first time.

Dude picks up on the 3rd ring. Sexy voice, check! He remembers me and with significant exuberance. So, the conversation begins. We talk about everything from religion, family, sexuality, work, family and everything in between and I haven’t had a conversation this good in a long time. It was exhilerating. I thought I lost that part of myself that was interested in getting to know someone–or at least stifled it.

Well the conversation went on until 3:30 and we both didn’t want to tear ourselves away from each other. I didn’t expect that. At all. He’s definitely smitten with me and I’m trying to keep myself from getting to that point. He sounds like the perfect kind of man, right? Well, isn’t there always some sort of catch? Well, his catch…he’s 45. He was going to college when I was entering the world. Insane. I’ve dated older before an I have friends that have and it’s honestly not a big deal, but when thinking in terms of the future…

I’ve always self-sabotaged relationships, ridding myself of someone when there was one thing that I thought I couldn’t deal with. I don’t want to do that anymore. But…45?!

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